As The air grew heavier.
Ethan stood in the center, his shirt flapping slightly from the lingering shockwave. His golden eyes glowed, pulsing with raw force.
"…Now," he said, voice low and lethal,
"I can fully focus on you four. No more distractions."
****
The air crackled with tension as Ethan stood tall, golden eyes ablaze with power.
Across from him, the remaining four villains regrouped, forming a loose perimeter around him. Each of them bore signs of the escalating battle—burnt edges and bruises forming under their clothes.
The man with molten fists clenched his jaw, his gauntlets glowing hot with seething magma. His mind raced.
How is he this strong?
This kid—this freshly awakened—wasn't just holding his own. He was dismantling them.
We're Level 3s.
We have years of experience from countless battles.
We've killed, we've survived, we've trained.
